Somewhere along my journey,

I completely lost myself.

Opened my eyes one morning,

and in the mirror was somebody else.

How could I let this happen?

When did life become a lie?

My identity was hijacked
,

by a world that I despise.

See the media deceived me,

by painting pictures that were not true.

Still I was molded by the TV,

and the images that I viewed.

The music was no different,

it played a vital role.

Every word that touched my ears,

rattled my fragile soul.

So at this moment I make a vow,

to fight for my stolen life.

There is no end to what I’ll endure,

because my identity is worth the price.

Categories: Poetry

Tags: Arts, identity, life, lost, media, poetry